woody

Listening to some of the phrases used by the younger generation some of them are having trouble adapting to normal language anyway so why bother.

When I was at Henry Mellish we went to Twickenham to watch the varsity match. Sure enough the Cammc bus we went on broke down near Northampton on the way back up the M1. It took a while but another one turned up to get us back to Nottingham.

We are all entitled to our opinions irrespective of whether others agree or not. I may not go along with someone's view on certain matters but I respect their right to have an opinion.

Since when has little been a colour?

Don't know but give the pc brigade half an hour and they'll find something allegedly offensive that the rest of us would ignore.

It beggars belief to think what sort of world the youngsters of today are going to be left with. When I was young my parents didn't have a lot but they were content and prepared to save up for big items. This way they appreciated what they got, not like today when the expectation is to start where the older people took twenty years to get to. It really gets me going when I hear that parents have provided for their offspring with the comment "we helped them". Allowing them to have things they can't afford is not helping them to understand the realities of life. We all know the fate of the oozlu

It's high time these perversions were recognised for what they are. If things carry on at this rate it does not bode well for the human race. When all is said and done it takes one of each to create new life so where do we go if we pair up with one of the same persuasion?. The do gooders of this world have got a lot to answer for in the damage they have done to society and the status quo of life.

They were at the bottom of what is now Mill Lane alongside the River Leen. At on stage they had their own railway siding and turntable to shunt wagons into the works. I used to go there as a lad for bags of straw for my rabbits and later for fertilisers. The old mill is still there as is the remains of the mill race but most of the site is now covered by housing.

I can't understand where I went wrong either.

Some people never learn no matter what. Problems caused by this ridiculous habit are self inflicted in my book.

They used to say there were seven girls for each lad in Notingham. I would like to know who got my seven.

Pity they don't blow themselves up in the process.

When I was on Bell Street the factory was S A Monk who built knitting machines. I loved it there and would not have left if they hadn't shut down. In those days there was a pub within a very short walk, sadly all consigned to history.

By the time I got there it was a Mrs Howlett in charge so a change in practice may well have taken place.

I was at Mellish in the sixties Phil and in the main I thought the dinners were good, especially some of the puddings. My favourite was what I now know as Manchester tart, a pastry case filled with jam, banana and custard. Of course not every day was great but for a shilling a day it wasn't that bad.

I remember when the Broadmarsh Centre was built in the late sixties. I was on day release at the then Peoples College and from our classroom you could see over the big car park to Gunn and Moore on the far side. Gradually the landscape changed and more of the character of old Nottingham was lost forever. I know you see things differently when you are young but even then it was obvious that things were on the slide.

When I was doing my apprenticeship in the sixties I was at Bell street in the old Meadows area. We had a Shipstones pub next door to us, the name of which escapes me, but the younger lads preferred to go on to Arkwright Street and go to the New Bridge which was Home Ales. Must admit the beer was a bit kinder on the system.

Can't help thinking that we have lost the plot as far as architecture is concerned. Despite modern technology the Victorians can leave us standing.

More fireworks going off tonight. How many bonfire nights do the b......s want?

High time all private sales were banned and displays limited to licensed organisations.

A well placed knee would give the perverts a very clear message. Let them try to make an assault charge when they had to explain their actions.

Tins that don't have a decent rim for the can opener to get a grip on.

I used to have a cousin who ran an off licence cum grocers and the only difference between him and Arkwright was that he didn't stutter. He could have sold fridges to the Eskimos and didn't believe in letting a customer get out of the shop before his pocket had been lightened. One of life's characters, sadly a dying breed.

If only........

Especially those that had names on them.